I Heard I’m a Scummy Alpha? [Transmigration] - Chapter 113

Fortunately, because He Yunqing had been worried about his safety after moving into a rental, he’d installed a surveillance camera in his room. The entire confrontation between him and Liang Kejue was caught on video.

When He Yunqing asked Liang Kejue to leave, Liang Kejue drew a knife in response. Terrified, He Yunqing instinctively shut his eyes. In that instant, the camera was engulfed by a blinding flash of light—the screen turned pure white.

Two seconds later, the image returned. Liang Kejue was on the floor, clutching her eyes in pain, while He Yunqing opened his, shaken but unharmed.

Fearing that Liang Kejue’s vision might recover, He Yunqing tied her up with a bedsheet. Then he called Yan Zui, followed by the police. He stayed in front of the camera until the officers arrived.

After the police took their statements, Liang Kejue—now fully recovered—was also brought back to the station.

From that point, the investigation was handed over to the authorities.

Qi Yunwei and Yan Zui personally escorted He Yunqing back to his parents’ home.

“Seems like good news keeps coming one after another,” Yan Zui remarked lightly. “I wonder who’s next.”

Qi Yunwei smiled. “My bet’s on Qi Fanghuai. He’s been jumping around long enough—it’s about time he took a break.”

“You did something, didn’t you?” Yan Zui asked, amused.

“Nothing big,” Qi Yunwei replied casually. “Just planted a tiny spy in his company.”

That spy was Xiao Wen, Huang Momo’s ex-boyfriend. After a reunion dinner with Huang Momo, Qi Yunwei had sought Xiao Wen out and persuaded him to help gather evidence of criminal activity within the Great Plan . With Qi Yunwei’s financial backing, Xiao Wen quickly closed several major deals, earning a promotion to senior sales executive, which gave him access to increasingly confidential documents. Eventually, his performance got him promoted again—to sales manager.

Despite the lucrative position, Xiao Wen had discovered the company’s illegal production of psychotropic drugs. Not wanting to go down with them, he continued feeding information to Qi Yunwei in exchange for an even higher salary.

Two days earlier, after sending the final batch of incriminating documents to Qi Yunwei, Xiao Wen immediately resigned—claiming he’d made enough money and wanted to travel the world. He left that same day, afraid the company might discover he’d been an undercover informant and retaliate.

The files confirmed that the experimental drug operations were a joint project between Qi Fanghuai and Liang Kejue. Qi Yunwei submitted all evidence directly to the police.

Liang Kejue had personally earned at least twenty million from the scheme, and He’s family had invested another twenty million in her company.

It wasn’t that Liang Kejue lacked money—she just didn’t want to give any of it back.

“In a couple of days, Qi Fanghuai should be joining Liang Kejue down at the station,” Qi Yunwei said dryly.

And sure enough, the very next day, Qi Fanghuai was summoned for questioning.

Now, only Wen Fu remained.

But Wen Fu was a sly one. Although he was an investor in Great Plan, he had never participated directly in operations. So even if the company was charged with drug production and trafficking, there was no legal ground to move against him—at least not yet.

By the time May passed, the days grew hotter. Yan Zui was invited to a charity auction, while Qi Yunwei stayed behind to eat lunch at the company.

After weeks of searching, Qi Yunwei finally secured a ten-billion-yuan plot of land in the city center—less than a ten-minute drive from the Yan Corporation’s headquarters. The architects were already finalizing blueprints. Construction would begin next month, and by next year, her company could move into its new home.

She was reviewing the latest design draft when her phone rang.

The caller ID read: Luo Yi.

Qi Yunwei raised an eyebrow. Was this on behalf of Qi Fanghuai?

She answered. Luo Yi’s voice sounded weary.

“Yunwei, could you please do me a favor? Your sister’s counselor said that if no family member shows up today, she’ll be expelled. Your older brother’s in trouble, and your father and I are still on our world trip—we can’t get back in time.

Could you go check on her?”

Luo Yi’s tone carried a cautious deference now, clearly aware of how poorly they had treated Qi Yunwei in the past. When Yunwei’s identity as the true owner behind Yunmengze was exposed, they hadn’t rushed to reconcile. Even now, she spoke to her with nervous restraint.

Qi Yunwei tapped her finger against the desk. “Which school does Fangyue attend?”

An hour later, she arrived at Fangyue’s university with Zhou Xiao in tow.

They parked outside and walked toward the gate. The sign read Guangnan Academy of Fine Arts.

How coincidental.

This was the very same university where Meng Yin—the last of the tragic prodigies Xiaoman had once told her about—had studied.

Qi Yunwei didn’t know exactly when the plagiarism scandal that ruined Meng Yin’s life had happened, only that it occurred during her college years.

She and Zhou Xiao entered the campus and made their way to the administration building.

“Boss, you’re way too kind,” Zhou Xiao muttered. “After all the awful things Qi Fangyue said about you, you still came to help her?” His tone made it clear he didn’t approve.

“It’s just on the way,” Qi Yunwei said lightly. The truth was, hearing the school’s name had reminded her of Meng Yin—prompting her to come.

They reached the third floor, where she knocked on the counselor’s office door.

“I’m Qi Fangyue’s sister,” she said after entering and removing her mask. “Is her counselor available?”

A woman to the left looked up from her computer. “Inside.”

Qi Yunwei stepped through an inner door and saw Fangyue standing stiffly by the desk, eyes dull with exhaustion. Behind the desk sat a stern-looking woman, her brow furrowed as she reviewed a file on her computer.

At the sound of footsteps, Fangyue looked up—and froze. Her face went pale, and she quickly lowered her head in shame.

Qi Yunwei ignored her and approached the counselor. The woman typed a few more words before glancing up. A flicker of recognition crossed her eyes. “You’re Qi Fangyue’s sister?”

“I am,” Qi Yunwei said.

The counselor glanced at Zhou Xiao. “And you are?”

“I’m just a regular bodyguard, ma’am,” Zhou Xiao replied cheerfully. “Don’t mind me.”

The counselor frowned. “You look familiar.”

Zhou Xiao grinned. “Probably saw me online. My boss here’s kind of famous.”

Qi Yunwei sighed and pulled Zhou Xiao behind her. “I’ll handle this.” She extended her hand to the counselor. “Hello, I’m Qi Yunwei.”

The counselor’s serious expression immediately softened into delight. “Ah, no wonder! I’ve seen Living With You. I’m a big fan of you and Yan Zui.”

Qi Yunwei noticed the curiosity in her eyes and smiled. “Yan Zui’s busy today, so I came alone.”

“That’s fine,” the counselor said quickly, still smiling. “One parent is enough. Let’s discuss your sister’s situation.”

She sighed and looked toward Fangyue, who stood silently with her head bowed. “Over the past month, Fangyue’s mood has been worsening. She’s become volatile—smashing things in the dorm whenever she’s upset. I suggested therapy and even introduced her to our school counselor, but nothing helped. Today, she went too far. She got into a fight with her roommate and hit the girl with her phone. We’ve already taken the injured student to the hospital. Thankfully, it’s only a surface wound, but if it had been to the head, the consequences could’ve been serious.”

Qi Yunwei frowned slightly. Fangyue’s behavior had deteriorated for over a month—long before Fanghuai’s arrest.

What had driven a spoiled, petty girl like her to such a state?

“To be honest,” Qi Yunwei said after a pause, “I haven’t been close with my family for a while. We’ve barely spoken since I got married. I’m only here because everyone else was unavailable—especially my eldest brother, who was just taken in for questioning by the police.”

At that, Fangyue suddenly looked up, eyes wide and burning with panic. Then all color drained from her face. She dropped her gaze again, trembling with unspoken grief.

Qi Yunwei could guess from that reaction that Fanghuai’s downfall had something to do with her breakdown.

“How about this,” Qi Yunwei said gently. “I’ll take her to the hospital for a psychological evaluation. I’ll also cover her roommate’s medical bills and any damages.”

The counselor nodded. “That’s acceptable. I’ll write her a leave note.”

While the counselor was busy, Qi Yunwei asked casually, “I heard there’s a particularly talented student here named Meng Yin in the Fine Arts Department. Our company is looking to recruit—could you tell me how to contact her?”

The counselor frowned slightly. “Meng Yin? She was expelled for plagiarism—just two days ago.”

“How unfortunate,” Qi Yunwei murmured. “Someone with her talent has no need to plagiarize. Could there have been a misunderstanding?”

“I don’t know all the details,” the counselor said. “But apparently, the student she was accused of copying has a grandfather who’s a famous painter. The incident caused quite a stir. The school investigated and confirmed it. Beyond that, I can’t say.”

“Meng Yin was framed by that bitch Qian Ruxuan!”

Fangyue’s sudden outburst made both women turn toward her. Under Qi Yunwei’s questioning gaze, she continued quickly, “I know it sounds shocking, right? Meng Yin’s dorm is right next to mine. Qian Ruxuan used to be my best friend—until we fell out. Her painting skills are mediocre at best. If it wasn’t for her painter grandfather, she never would’ve gotten into this academy. Two months ago, she even bragged to me that her grandpa gifted the principal two paintings worth five million each. The principal practically treats her like family now.”

She sneered. “And that trash has the nerve to accuse Meng Yin of plagiarism? What, does she think Meng Yin’s an idiot?”

The counselor was left gaping. Qi Yunwei thanked her politely and ushered Fangyue—still fuming—out of the office.

Once outside, Fangyue snapped, “Why’d you stop me? Afraid I’ll get expelled for telling the truth? Ha! I’m not scared—I’ve got proof!”

Zhou Xiao muttered under his breath, “Funny how lively she gets when she’s mocking people. She looked half-dead a minute ago.”

Fangyue glared back at him. “Who are you calling lively, you stupid security guard?” She lifted a hand, but Zhou Xiao snorted.

“Try it,” he warned. “I don’t mind giving you a free month-long hospital stay.”

Zhou Xiao’s tall frame and hard expression made Fangyue flinch. She turned away, pouting—and promptly burst into tears.

By the time they reached the school gate, her sharp, shrill sobs had already become a spectacle at the Academy of Fine Arts.

Once they were in the car, Qi Yunwei finally spoke again, her tone calm but cutting.

“What did Qi Fanghuai do to you?”